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      There are so many things that come to mind when I think about home. I think of my parents and Padfoot, and my family and friends, I think of the beach. I think of all the things I want to do and the places I want to go. At this point I will be home in 13 days, I get in to Portland on Dec 13th at 10 pm. Which will be 8 am the 14th in my time so that will be fun. But man am I excited. When you are away from home you romanticize it. Everything is better at home then where ever you actually are, the people, the food, the weather everything. I am excited to get home I would be no matter what time of year it was but because it is Christmas time I am even more excited to go home. I have been playing Christmas music for about two weeks, we had a great Thanksgiving dinner and we are having advent service on Sundays. But it just does not feel like Christmas. Its hot outside, I don’t have Christmas movies, I am not baking cookies. Even in London when Christmas was getting close and I was not home, it felt like Christmas. It was cold; there where Christmas specials on, I baked with my flat mates it was nice. So needless to say I am having a hard time to geting in the Christmas spirit here and am desperately looking forward to being home. I am looking forward to landing at JFK and finding a Starbucks, getting a pumpkin spice latte in a Christmas cup. Even that makes me happy.
         I have to stop myself from making lists of all the things I want to do and the places I want to eat at when I get home. If I started to do that these next 13 days would drag forever and I would not be able to focus on what is happening here and there is a lot. We still have a field trip a sports day and then an entire week of Christmas play rehearsal, baking cookies for our whole crew of 150. We also have to pack up the entire academy for the move back to the ship. There is so much going on yet the time is going kinda slow. And man I want it to flash by! There is so much to do at home. I keep reminding my self that I will be home for almost a month but that too will fly by. I keep having to tell myself to appreciate this day, that I will never get it back and that as I am getting older, (my 25th birthday will be when I am home, when the hell did that happen?) that I have to make each day count. That is so much easier to say then do sometimes when all I want is to be home already, but I have to live in the present and live these next 13 days out and love them cause they are only coming once.
I know that when I get home I will feel rushed I will want to shop and cook and bake and see people and that it is easy to get over whelmed and lose track of the holidays and the reasons we celebrate. I just pray that as we celebrate the holidays we keep in mind the important things that we understand why we celebrate and that we keep those we love close to us and cherish the moments how ever fleeting they may be. With that I guess I should go live in the present and enjoy these last few weeks in the bosch.

December, 1st 2010